So I got a call from my mom the other day. “Sarah!! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. I forgot to close the lid all the way shut after giving your snake some water! He’s missing!” …. What? I rushed home, and Snakey is nowhere to be found. I’m freaking out. My mom’s far gone by that point. I had to leave for work in 10 minutes, and I just couldn’t deal what was being thrown at me. Luckily I got a text at work saying that they found him. Relief. When I called home after work to get the low down on where they found him, I got an even bigger surprise. Mom: “So, honey. Your dad and I couldn’t get your door to open at all. Inside door knob, outside one; it won’t work. So we cut it down.” “The whole door?!” “No! We just cut a huge square in it big enough for you to fit through!” …. What? I get home and find that my door has 3’x2’ square power-sawed right smack dab in the middle of it. It’s uncomfortable to get through but it’s high enough so that the cats can’t get in. Luckily my mom put up a “courtesy curtain” so that no one can view the inside of my room. “Sarah! It’s like a doggy door for a human!” She laughed at me hardcore. Funny.